Creatures that kissed in cold mirrors

    TO THE EARTH

creature of the cold, called upon me
stared in my eyes, breathing me in
fluidly, nestled, reflecting my skin
he said "my name is seconds", and then time began

running water only fed his mystery
mirror fogged, askew went movement
I heard him say, something, quite disturbing
"trace do I not, line upon form"
"you the host opposite but warm"
"give unto me, stance in Your place"
"I will give thee, unyielding desire"
"those that conquer, and these that tease"
"all that I want is for You to feel me"
"let me feel the earth, stroke upon land"
"carry, culled fleshed of bit, nibbling hands"
"you've had enough and need such sleep"
"this is but easy, in my place so deep"
"cold devours this, need for endless strife"
"go on, go on, wipe the mirror clean"
"look back within my eye, see what I have seen"


my eyes had wept, the eternity felt
in dragging carcass stained, black upon reflection
my hand reached out, grabbing him then
solidly things grew cold, caressing me in
asleep at the wheel is the way it did seem
I turned back around to see the mirror with steam
he walked out, into the world, here I do set
waiting for seconds to finally come back

The shadows in the Mirror

Creaks of toes on old battered breath
Running wise and yet so lost
Scuttling through and fro
Desperate and afraid
They never let it loose
Within the cold mirrors
Staring out confused
The gruesome hunger and thirst
For a crack, a freedom’s force
To be out there with the world once more

Scratches and scratching all night
Scrabbling at cracks that’s never there
Pulling in tendrils like loose lank hair
Of promises to live and yet delayed
by curses that seals all four corners
Of the mirror where horror lives
Faced by the peace of the exorcised
All evils and wrongs contained
Within painfully made-up faces
With stretched smile so bright

The mirror within the soul reflects
The glassed corridors within the shards
Of collected crystal sand on a frame
That keeps the howlers away at bay
While emptied hosts played happy charades
The mirror stands at the end of the hall
Kept out now and all is silent
Except on some grey days
Scuttles shadows deep within
Pray, drape it in darkness then.

This is my own personal interpretation of that quote. I wrote this poem tonight to express how my new love is making me feel in life, both about myself and about he and I as a couple.

- Gift of Beauty -

When you tell me I am so pretty my darling,
And you say that I am a goddess so lovely…
I wish that I felt like I was truly so charming!
But all of my family tells me that I am so ugly.
There are times that I want to simply smash,
My mirror, but I know it would be very silly.
If only I could have my deepest secret wish,
And truly be as pretty as what you do see…
Rather than the freak I have always beheld.
Is my face so beautiful to you, and my body?
Beauty is something that I have not ever felt.
Other girls have, and for it I held only envy…
Like that which a demon feels, for an angel!
How is it possible that you love me so much?
I am not an angel, and my life is a living hell.
But you call me goddess; adore me as such!
And I find myself believing you, and happily.
For the first time in my life, I feel true dignity!

But, sometimes, at night, old terrors return…
And I touch my face with my fingers, fearing.
Am I the goddess for which you truly yearn?
But, then you look at me, so very endearing!
My fingers trace my face, and I feel an angel.
The goddess you love, the woman you adore,
And in those moments I feel whole and well…
Not a freak, and not just some wanton whore.
I do remember who I am, through your eyes,
When cruelty makes me forget, that I am fair.
I love you for that, with passion undisguised…
Your gift to me is one that is beyond compare.
To see myself through your ever loving sight…
For the first time in my life, seeing most clear!
Then the old terrors vanish from out the night.
Your love is your gift and I hold it most dear!
Call me goddess if it pleases you to say this…
And I will call you my god, in harmonic bliss!

In an imperfect world, you show me a truth…
Something no one else, has ever truly shown:
That I am perfect and that I am divine to you!
Your heart is as fiery as mine, not cold stone.
We are the opposite of a world grown inert…
The exception to the rule, the creative chaos,
From which spring passions, glories, and art!
What pure happiness we shall craft, from us,
No seer can see, nor cards foretell from fate.
Love is a mystery, and from it angels do rise,
Even when they have fallen, it is not too late!
For, I was fallen and then to my fair surprise,
I find you raising me up, giving me new wings.
My mirror shows me only beauty at long last,
And for this pretty gift, my spirit softly sings…
For you have exorcised the devils of my past.

reflected war

I look for something to recognize in the soulless entity looking back at me.
How did he get there, how did i get so lost?
Crystalline door way to hell chopped up on the same mirror I now stare into.
He is the litmus test of my fucked up self!
Hiding in dope in this world, as he hides my beast there.
This creature is the embodiment of my accountability!
He is scared to leave this place he crawled into as he left me.
Smart enough to fear my addiction.
Looking back into me he places his hand to the mirror as I meet it.
We try to touch but the silvered glass separates us,
Two beings separate in to these forms.
One empty and dying crumbling into himself.
The other driven by a hunger to consume anything and everything that helps him fix.
As I draw back to surmise this living vampire of my addicted being.
I am suspended in the grayness of which side of the silver is the real me and which is the creature.
The portal shatters as I throw it across the room.
Either way, I am on this side of the mirror to stay.

Lusting for mirror creatures

There is no more such gluttonous creature
Than a seraph fallen of grace
Hell bent on earths carnal pleasures
From that of promiscuous harlots
Caught in the webs of immaculate desire,
For the pernicious caress of a true cold mirrors phantom

Oh,
If only the holy one of thorns had known
(If ever there was a god)
Of the retributions from a sadists pleasure
So willingly sought after by the bleeding whore
Who's fancy is that of vile tounges
(Sharp as diamonds clad in sandpaper buds)
In the throes of impetuous passion

Yet weep yee not for such a demoralized travesty
For lustful demons are fabricated by every masochistic maidens fantasies
And they do not disguise their longing
But rather thrust it in awe of both parties needs
So every victim of a heavenless speculum
Got what that bitch had fuckin' cumming

Parasite
We are the creatures
that inhabit cold mirrors
made from the tears we collect
to quench our thirst that may never
be subdued by earth,
nor blood
We hunger for more
our throats are dry
not even rape,
can ease our burn.
Only the tears from our
icy cold mirror
can captivate us in it's
exquisite flavor.

Transfer Through The Gateway

So cold...
They wait
in shadow...
close to the Gateway...
Drawn to the light..
from the other side...
Luminescent...undiscovered
Until Now...
The realtor said the house
was over 200 years old...
It had "character" she said...
As shadows fold beneath the night
Amelia just couldnt seem to
wash this hall mirror right...
It always seems so ...."cloudy"
Djin...waiting for her to make
a wish undoubtly...
absent mindedly as she washes the Mirror
So those with colds souls...
can step through the Mirrors interior
Desire...
to cross over...
and feel the warmth of blood
in veins...
carnal
anticipations
drive their hosts insane...
and late at night...
The house wife...
Hears some one calling her name
Creatures cold...
Ancient and Old...
Playing,The Hunger Game....

Oh wow, thanks Missy. Glad my humor was enjoyed ^_^

Great comp Missy...congrats to the winner and runner-ups!

Strider